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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN 12:15 p.m. Israel Time (5:15 a.m. Eastern Standard Time) The Western Wall The Old City, East Jerusalem She was afraid. Her name was Miryam, though no one here knew that. These were her last moments alive. No one knew that, either. Her body trembled as she passed shoulder to shoulder with the other women beneath the stone archway of the ancient Dung Gate. The procession made its way through the Old City of Jerusalem, many marchers—young women, old women, and girls—who were coming to the Western Wall to pray for an end to the fighting, and the safe return of Daria Shalit. The narrow streets were crowded—packed—and despite the chill in the air, she felt flushed and hot. She felt like she might pass out. L’vado y’imlokh nora, the women sang. Their breath rose in white pl
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